[Intro]
Vic Spencer
Uh
Ain’t nobody fucking with me

[Verse 1]
Uh
Pick up where I left off
I’m actually kinda glad y’all slept on my I didn’t stress y’all
I woke up with a grey hair and realized that I was the best rapper
And that’s all it took for the confidence to boost
Your momma told me I was cute, and I blushed
Your girlfriend looked at my lips and said fuck
Your sister just dropped me at the studio
And your grandma just swiped me while I was writing to this loopy flow
You could tell a dude to pull his shirt down and he will actually do it
It’s all fabricating the music
Damn man ain’t y’all sick of this shit
What the fuck I gotta do for y’all to listen to Vic?
(I ain’t finna kiss y’all ass, y’all get the fuck out of here)

[Verse 2]
Uh
I got a whole album on safety film
I don’t givе a fuck I think I should sign with Shady and them
But I do give a rush to thesе hours
Who you wanna be, Jack Tripper or Jack Bauer?
I give you a second to think
You might burn in flames standing next to a king
You a peasant to me
You gotta scram, pull out the blam
Now your face looking like ham
Exit the building in some high top sneakers that was bright as fuck
I didn’t even look at the chick, she wasn’t nice enough
At the top of the most wanted, I’m ghost hunting
Most rap n***as don’t know nothing
(Fuck outta here I ain’t learned nothing listening to you)
[Verse 3]
This verse dedicated to my first apartment
When I was writing long bars I was really hurting margins
N***as broke in my shit cause I was friendly
How many n***as I could count on, not many (Naw)
In my hood I cop Remy
Then pour the whole bottle out for my n***as that’s gone in the grave
Now I’m in tears blowing fifty shades of grey smoke
I hear a female on this I should hit up Dej Loaf
N***as knowing how I’m coming when it’s snowing
I be bumping all my older shit
Slapping rappers while I smoke a cig
I spit that shit that can’t fit in a Pamper
That shit weak, seven days ain’t the answer bitch
(Insane)